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Chapter 20-1

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:00

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Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:01

He was awakened only by hunger and his body's urges to go to the restroom, not by an annoying sunbeam, as it is described in various books. And he could not be awakened by a ray of sunlight, simply because the windows in this house are practically never opened, always kept tightly curtained, and the servants, being well-trained, remembered this very well, and that is why they always replaced the curtains with new ones, even when washing or cleaning them from dust, not allowing the sun to get even a little bit of power in this mansion. With a yawn and stretching his whole body, Stepan activated the amulet call with a touch of his ghostly limb, telling the servants to prepare breakfast, and he went to the bath. Of course, neither Sylvia nor Lemira were around, both bloodsuckers didn't need sleep, and both were so busy that their schedules were minute by minute. Of course, he could use the dolls and put them into a dream-like trance, forcing them to spend the whole night in the same bed with him, groping their tit bodies, but that would be overkill and unprofessional.

Camrad_RIP 07.12.24 в 20:41

There was nothing to stop people, even undead ones, from doing their work, especially if they were doing a good job. It was already the fourth day since his return from the tropical trip, and only today Stepan finally overcome the lethargy and the desire to do something pleasant. And not pumping, as usual, but just something nice. These days he devoted himself to reading local literature, mostly general education, walks around the city and, of course, his inanimate puppets, expensive and obedient dolls, which were so pleasant to touch, feel the palms of the coolness of their dexterous and deadly bodies, tenderness and smoothness of well-groomed skin. About the second day, the system rang with the mention of receiving the thirtieth level, just after the mass orgy, in which he pulled all his dolls at once. But he deliberately did not even open the message, still postponing and postponing the analysis of new gifts and the choice of the second class for later.

Camrad_RIP 07.12.24 в 20:43

The servants, among whom there were plenty of pretty girls, prepared a bath, and he collapsed into the warm water with a quiet and contented exhalation. He lies like that for a few minutes before the front door creaks quietly and the expected company arrives. He had secured the compulsions and ideas in advance, so the only intrigue now was which of his dolls would suddenly be so eager to bathe together with him. Certainly not Sylvia, she's been too busy these days, and his influence is very finely tuned and nothing really important vampires won't let miss. He deliberately dampens his own sensitivity, but it's not easy to get rid of the ability to perceive the world completely, so the indirect signs are enough to identify him. The heavy dress and elegant underwear hit the tile floor, the feet of someone who wasn't used to secrecy and sound suppression in any conditions step on them, and a moment later a soft and enveloping and kindly voice sounds, by which he recognizes who is keeping him company this morning.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:29

"Good morning, Pann, can you help me with a small matter?" Jaspera's voice is both pleading and seductive, and she does not even wait for his answer, voicing a request that he does not intend to refuse. "Would you oil my big, traitorous tits? My foolish mind drifted back to that pesky udder demanding my attention. I'd appreciate it if you would first caress my breasts and then pound me between my tits, roughly and sharply. It would be a good reminder to them not to take my mind from me for nothing."

Camrad_RIP 07.12.24 в 21:02

The structure that had been put in during the initial processing of the bloodsucking financier, which could convince her that she was thinking with her tits instead of her head, was suddenly to Stepan's liking. As did Jaspera herself, with her enormous breasts. Sylvia's breasts were a little bigger after the token modification, but Stepan was already thinking of giving Jaspera back the upper hand in terms of bust size. He suddenly caught himself thinking that he liked their big tits, so big that he could fuck them in the hollow, feeling the cool and incredibly tender softness of those silky embraces, especially if they were also lubricated with massage oil, making them not only big but also pleasantly slippery. He'd never caught himself thinking like that before, having such a preference, but now, lo and behold, it was working. He'd never had a fully submissive nest of female vampires before, though, and they were all beautiful and desirable.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:05

It was not difficult for him to increase the vampire's pleasure so that she would cum and scream with pleasure from titfuck. But to watch her oiled tits glisten under his movements, to see her smile a dumb smile full of orgasmic stupor when he came down on her breasts and, of course, her face.... it was a turn-on and seemed to call for another day or even two days spent in unhurried tenderness devoted to sex with a boobed vampiress or even two or even three. Though on a three even Stepan's increased Constitution wasn't enough. They were too tough and insatiable, even with tantric magic they could not be overloaded with pleasure, they had to try hard, and then sex would turn into work. In such cases, however, he gave in to a strange urge to relax and let himself flow on a wave of pleasure while the bloodsuckers pleasured his motionless and almost trance-like body. And it was imperative that someone, preferably Sylvia, shake her large and necessarily lubricated tits in front of his half asleep face.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:09

Stepan cum on the face of the smiling Jaspera, who clutches his cock tightly with her oiled breasts, while the guy sitting on her belly fucks the hollow of those breasts with all his might, listening to her satisfied moans, exhortations, requests not to stop and keep fucking her stupid brain-tits. Leaving the contented and thoroughly satisfied bloodsucker lying on the bathroom floor, licking off her sweet treat, the shaman dressed and headed for Sylvia's office. The vampiress was busy to the point where she didn't even get to greet him properly. It turned out that she had a whole bunch of tasks delivered to her from the deepest depths of the dead cities of the North, that is, from her immediate superiors. And yes, he already knew, she clarified the matter in advance, that what her superiors were looking for was not just something there, but the one who had directly killed the parent of an entire strong nest of a mysterious shaman. At that moment, reading the description of his signs and even a superficial analysis of the aura, which only managed to make through the shroud, he wanted to find the three hunters and do something bad to them. The only thing that stopped him was the realization that they had already done something bad to them without him, and it was the objects of their hunt that had done it since all this information had been obtained almost directly from the heads of the trio.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:12

Nothing particularly disturbing, really. Sylvia was physically incapable of betraying him, and the vampires had no other sources of information about him anyway. But it was still a shame that he had spared those hunters and let them go, and they had managed not only to leak his details to their colleagues, which was quite expected but also to bring that knowledge to the bloodsuckers, who hardly spared their natural enemies. Judging by the indirect signs that Sylvia's attentive mind had picked up, it was the direct witness, at least one of them, who had been forced to speak. The shaman mentally sent rays of diarrhea to both hunters and vampires who hunted those hunters and decided to be even more careful from now on. Sylvia's words, thoughts, memories, and stories were full of information about the personalities who ruled the undead world of the far North. He was desperately unwilling to meet many of them face to face.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:14

How about a lizard vampire who specializes in stealthy and swift elimination of targets, who has enough experience to be considered an Ancient, and who is also very disliked by dragons because he ate at least a couple of those dragons? Killing them with his own hand, of course, rather than being swarmed by a mob? And it was this relic of bygone eras that old Eddie had served, so the necroreptile's interest was far from kind. And the official patroness of Sylvia herself, a little less ancient and old, but equally dangerous head of both diplomatic and intelligence service of the undead, was no less dangerous. She just killed personally, with her pens, much less often, but at her will blood was shed not even in streams, but almost in rivers. Stepan didn't need that kind of interest, and if he hadn't treated the whole nest at once, he would have taken it up now, having learned this secret.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:16

After talking to Malter for a while, poking around in her memories and forcing her to discreetly and unknowingly unbutton the collar of her dress, exposing her enormous tits on the table, he barely suppressed the urge to bend her over right there, perhaps without even distracting her from another letter, but he overcame his childish mood. Instead he decided to snack on whatever Sylvia's cook would send, once again eating his benefactress, feeling a bit like Alfonso. The cook, who was male, pleased him with fried pork ribs in sweet and sour sauce and the usual carafe of chilled compote, which the shaman drank instead of wine. To this breakfast, the young man once again scanned the memory of his dolls, trying to put together from this memory a picture of what was happening in the bustling city.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:18

Singha and her mum and dad had already gone into the portal a couple of days ago, not even waiting too long for the shamaness who had suffered a severe setback to return. Honourable Magister Miller just waved a handkerchief at them, mentally rejoicing that he had gotten rid of this company and also that the older shamaness, happy that the younger shamaness had returned alive and well, almost forgave him for his faults. That is, she would still get her payback, Rowena, who had been gathering rumors, was sure of that, but Maega did not haggle over every little thing, wishing to go home as soon as possible. Well, for sure there was not only the desire not to part with his daughter, but also the fear to stay in the city longer. The cloak burns the hands and the desire to return to the place of power and check her daughter for all sorts of crap, and many other things. Whatever his opinion of the family, he was glad to see them go, and he would have waved a handkerchief, too, if he hadn't been fucking Jaspera between her slippery, oiled tits when they left through the city portal.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:22

He also learned what had happened to the idiot who had nearly burnt him, Singha, and part of the city with very timely and appropriate siege charms on a residential and populated neighborhood. There's no way to avenge the poor guy unless you learn how to resurrect the dead. First, he was mutilated and burned out by the will of the infuriated magister, and then he mysteriously disappeared. Sylvia, who was so nervous about her chance for absolute power that she nearly lost it, did not hesitate to order Lemira to steal the bastard and slaughter him quietly. To decant the blood at the same time, after all, he was gifted, albeit with a mutilated source as well as deformed nodes. Stepan felt a little embarrassed. He wished him well, of course, and he could have killed him personally, but he would have preferred to verify his victim's guilt before executing him. He might have panicked or acted as he had done out of the best of intentions. Malter, unlike him, was not fond of such trifles, for her the very fact of action already deserved a reaction and therefore the death of the culprit was quick but unpleasant to the point of screaming. The shaman gave himself a vow to question the spirit of the deceased to know whether he had been killed for nothing or not, but frankly speaking, he didn't want to do it, he was too lazy.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:24

Otherwise, Dantmark was a little silent and exhaled after such vivid events. But it was a deceptive silence. Behind closed doors, chunks of flesh flew from those who failed to shrug off the honor of being a scapegoat. Judging by a bunch of circumstantial signs, local security wasn't just stormed. They were literally being fucked in the nostrils with unsanded logs for their recent failures. Stepan, who had been, in at least a couple of cases, the cause of their failures, even experienced a slight, just the slightest, prick of shame in the region of the backbone, but not for long. In addition to the secret guards, there was a huge reshuffle in the ranks of mages, because one of their masters was no longer a master, and it was not certain that he would regain his form in the future. It was about the poor fellow who had his legs torn off by the elemental's forces. A simple injury he would have healed guaranteed, but this injury was not simple. A very powerful contamination of energy with particles of the not quite material body of the stone snot had not passed without a trace. Maestro Cedric remained a mage but he wouldn't be a master for at least ten years until he restored his shattered nodes.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:34

With this loss and a few more wounded and killed - and we were talking about trained and well-trained individuals, others were not present at that call - there was a power vacuum in the tower, and Magister Miller's position was shaken. This vacuum was filled diligently and rapidly, albeit without outright killing each other for good and not-so-good purposes. Even so, one man-adept was cursed with some scabies with skin flaking, another was forced to withdraw his candidacy from nomination for the position of one of the deceased through blackmail (the compromise, by the way, was obtained not without Sylvia's help, and long before the recent events), and another girl-adept with a bad temper was drugged with some very fierce spell potion. The potion, which acted like a powerful and unaddressed aphrodisiac, had resulted in an orgy with all the servants and a couple of random guests, who had all been drugged with the same filth that had been added to the drinking water supply. Sylvia could vouch for that with a pair of fangs - she had brewed the potion herself and easily recognized the symptomatology of her creation.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 12:59

Still lazy, Stepan found no better thing to do than to take another walk through the city under the influence of a slight illusion of distortion of appearance. The midday sun was shining warmly and even hotly, the crowd of workers and mere strollers was noisy, the sellers were shouting their invitations, a crazy cocktail of smells was blowing into his nose, and his mood was involuntarily lifted. I wanted to sit somewhere in a corner and just watch the flow of people. In fact, that's exactly what he did. did, climbing onto the flat roof-terrace of the first building he came across, lightening his weight, covering it with a normal field of distraction, and himself just sat and watched, thinking about everything and nothing. Just until a small door leading from the house to the roof opened, letting out a woman he had never seen before, dressed in a simple sundress and with a warm smile on her face. The shaman didn't even realize at once that this milf, a textbook gorgeous village girl with slippery sweet juicy peasant tits, could see him perfectly well, despite the disguise.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 13:07

He was about to ask a question, but she did not hesitate at all, as if she had to, and in one movement she pulled her dress down, exposing her big juicy sweet peasant tits, and then, having put a small pot on a dusty chump, splashed some oily liquid from that pot and, sitting right next to the door, began to smear her juicy sweet slippery peasant tits. Perplexed, Stepan came closer to her and sat down beside her, fascinated by the movements of her hands, her dark nipples sticking out, her soft and slightly tanned skin, and the way it glistened in the sun. The unexpected and pleasant meeting so knocked him out of his rut that he even forgot to ask the peasant how she saw him at all, but at the same time he easily let himself be drawn into the conversation, talking about something not particularly important, but very interesting to his interlocutor, who did not stop playing with her juicy sweet lubricated slippery village tits for a moment, at some point sharply pinching herself on the nipples and asking Stepan to forget about something.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 13:11

He obviously didn't remember what he'd forgotten, but it was obviously something completely unimportant and unnecessary to him, or he wouldn't have agreed, of course. And so - he agreed, immediately burying his face in the greased slippery sweet juicy lubricious peasant tits, licking the nipples and kissing the soft tenderness, while his interlocutor was saying something herself, now and then starting to shake the greased country tits in his face. On his lips there was a strange, cloyingly sweet, but bitter taste, reminiscent of cherry, in his loins there was an unbearable fire, and if the shaman's hands and mouth were not busy licking and nibbling the village tits, he would have torn off his clothes and fucked the stranger right there on the roof. But now he was too focused on her words, not wanting to miss the moment when she herself would be ready to turn their chance encounter into a more fleshed-out relationship, so focused that he'd almost forgotten about everything else, even their meeting itself.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.25 в 13:12

Almost.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:30

Almost.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:30

Alm...

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:30

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Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:30

He returned to the mansion at the very end of sunset. He even had to shield himself from the gaze of the guards patrolling the rapidly emptying city. The walk had left him with pleasant and blurred impressions, but the laziness that forbade him to do anything was finally gone. On the contrary, he was overflowing with a thirst for activity and an active mood. He was now sure that it was time to finish his rest and to get down to business, important and not so important. First of all, of course, to sort out the rewards for level and deed, as well as choosing a second class. The shaman was already anticipating, both in a bad and in a good sense, all those sensations he would experience while learning new knowledge and changes in his aura and spiritual body. However, this did not cancel his enthusiasm, nor did it diminish the anticipation of gradually becoming stronger and stronger. And also a desire, more earthy and carnal, which caught up with him immediately upon his return, as soon as he stepped out of the passage laid by the ++Opener into the familiar surroundings of the mansion.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:47

Sylvia was just returning from her training, she had spent a lot of time and effort to become more skillful, to master the knowledge and characteristics she had gained with his help as best she could, to fully develop them. Having already had time to change her clothes and change into a very conservative dress, the bloodsucker was walking back to her office. Stepan saw her and was immediately inflamed with desire, reaching out with thought and gift to her doll, putting the necessary desire. He had long ago mastered the technique of directly addressing the doll hidden in his spiritual body, he did not need to materialize this doll for every little thing. For serious changes and cascading compulsions, then yes, it was necessary to hold the doll in his hands but to make Sylvia roll her eyes in a mixture of pleasure and fatigue, he could do just that.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:51

The bloodsucker leaned her hand on the wall, but she couldn't resist and quickly found herself on her back staring up at the ceiling with rolling eyes trying to undo the collar of her dress with her disobedient fingers. Stepan would have liked to tear the dress and roughly throw her tits out, but sanity prevailed, so he just helped with fingers shaky from the desire, to expose her tits without spoiling her clothes. Squeezing them tightly, twisting the nipples, eliciting a low, growling moan from Sylvia, he pulled down his trousers, exposing the throbbing arousal cock, burning with unbearable heat. This heat he quenches by hiding the rod in the cool hollow of her pale chest, at the same time turning to the auction and buying a rather amusing vial for cheap. A colorless and thick oily liquid pours from the vial opened by his teeth onto Sylvia's tits, coating the pale skin, then his hands rub the alchemical substance into the vampiress' tits, at the same time beginning to move slowly but gradually accelerating into her cleft.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:41

A very unusual drug. Love alchemy, especially for the undead, a thing expensive, specific, and extremely rare. But with its help, he can not just lubricate Sylvia's tits to a slippery lubricated sweetness, no, for ordinary oil would do the job. The effects of alchemy heightened the erotic sensitivity of inanimate skin, made her feel pleasure at every touch, and in the concentration the young man used, Sylvia could cum literally from his every movement, almost continuously. After that, he seemed to float away, continuing to pound her between her tits with the thrust of a steam piston, cumming again and again, on her face, on her tits, on her dress, on all of her, while she screamed, moaned, growled, begged and pleaded, while the servants who were going about their business carefully went around them, bewitched to ignore anything unusual. In an instant, a smiling Rowena appeared nearby, and an order to her, using a trigger-activator, forced another pale beauty to sit on the face of her mistress. Though, okay, Rowena wouldn't even have to be persuaded to do that, she was happy to display her power over her parent in a Scarlet Drop.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:25

The Earthman didn't get up from the floor until a couple of hours later, cumming on Sylvia's breasts at least five times, until he was exhausted. And then he let her ride him while Rowena and Lemira licked her parent's oiled and semen-covered breasts. There was a shameful weakness in his body and his breathing didn't want to return to normal, but he was as completely and utterly content as a herd of elephants. He waddled back to his bed, slept, meditated, worked with his aura and spiritual body, and then began listening to himself, preparing to accept the System's gifts. And the System immediately responded to his desires and readiness, giving him what he had honestly earned by his labors, as well as by the very fact of survival in this extremely unpleasant and dark world.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:22

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Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:30

The first thing that hit him was not a thirtieth-level property from her Great Milf but a randomly increased knowledge, granted for the fourth rank of "peaceful development", which, among other bonuses, increased one knowledge every ten levels. The first use of this knowledge gave him "advanced methods of fast calls" increasing a talent long forgotten, but regularly used. It was a very complex knowledge that permeated every aspect of his shamanic practice. Long ago, he had upgraded the first rank of knowledge to speed up combat calls, but time had shown that the essence of this branch was something else entirely, and the new upgrade only deepened that understanding. It was not about instant summons, although they were also about them, but about reducing or ignoring the ceremonial of summoning. For example, there is a condition in the call that a particular spirit can be summoned, but only by calling in a certain part of the world, on a certain date, necessarily after a three-month fast and having drunk boiled goat meat. Not the craziest requirements when working with strong or senior entities, not to mention higher entities.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:11

Such things the new knowledge helped to either omit, compensate for, or simply ignore. It is a small thing, but due to such small things, it is possible to turn a three-month preparation for a particular invocation into a three-day one. And this is only at the start, but the other facets of the use of knowledge had applications - the same quick pulling of spirits into Reality, which is not only about speed but also about compensating for the effort to materialize. If you pull a spirit into reality sharply, and quickly, requiring just speed, it would not be surprising that the spirit could get some damage. Not to mention the dangerous moment of vulnerability when the essence is not yet in Reality, but no longer in the realms of the Spheres. A whole host of tactics for dealing with shamans have relied precisely on the ability to knock out the retinue precisely at the moment of summoning. And a whole range of shamanic tactics on how to prevent this knocking out. The increased knowledge gave techniques that would allow him to reduce these risks but at the same time not to increase the load on the retinue, not to torment them on the sharp edges of the deceptively thin barrier between Reality and the Spheres.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:15

Once he had thought that at the highest ranks of knowledge, he would be able to instantly pull into reality and make contracts even with those spirits that he had not summoned before and make ready-made deals with? Who knows, maybe he was right, but this is what the shaman is sure of - at a high rank of this knowledge he will be able to arrange so that these instantly summoned will not be completely incapacitated at the same moment when they were forcibly yanked into reality. No, no kidding - we're talking about losing a third of the strength and durability of the spiritual body at a minimum, even with prior agreement and contract. And here is the opportunity to remove these penalties for instantaneous phenomenon, and even add on top of other bonuses. It's very useful, especially in direct combat. And outside of it, as already mentioned, the first violin is played by the reduction of the list of conditions of the call, thanks to which it is quite possible to think about renegotiating the contract with the same Squidward Plus in an eternal form, once and for all, and without the need to wait for a suitable date and walk around the world, collecting dawn and dusk rays with the necessary characteristics.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:21

The synergy of talent was high, just as it had been with the last promotion. In one form or another, this knowledge applied to all shamanistic, and not just shamanistic, knowledge in general. Speeding up a contract or healing wounds, casting or breaking a curse, re-subordinating a source of magic or fitting parts of an array to each other, working with a totem or territory. The branch of combat or agent knowledge was expectedly expanded with new tricks based on the acquired knowledge, but if the first violin was played by combat tricks, then the second one had to be given not to agent work, not to liquidator skills, not to brainwashing methods or defense against brainwashing, but to hermit skills. Jokes aside, it is such an eternal wanderer without a permanent call point who is more interested in the ability to work quickly, efficiently, and without the need to spend time and energy on the selection of offerings.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:36

I was pleased with the fact that in charms, suggestions, and methods of influence on protected targets this knowledge was applied in frankly cosmetic quantities. Still, such matters do not tolerate haste and do not require it almost ever. Yes, there were methods of accelerated brainwashing in a few hours, until the victim kidnapped on a morning walk will not be searched for. Yes, there were whole areas of combat attacks on brains or feelings, which just need to be done quickly, and their crudeness and directness are quite acceptable. Yes, some types of operations or target development just provide for rapid processing and equally rapid retreat. But at their core, love magic, mentalism and the use of such against protected targets require opposed things, so there are very few points of contact between these branches of talents.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:44

The expansion of the invocation book was more symbolic. Of the two root skills, the greatest synergy was shown by the ‘practices of spiritual dialogue’, and of the call tricks, most of it went to work with offerings. The part of it that allowed replacing time with more generous gifts, allowed replacing very rare offerings with a group of them, but simpler. Also useful. However for him, with System Shop and the ability to summon entire crates of reagents at a moment's notice, such tricks were not so vital. He can afford not to save money and just procure everything he needs. Though, to be honest, he wanted to save from time to time, and the System currency reserves he'd gained from two acts in a row he'd rather spend on something from the shop's special lots. The damn cloak, which he had been forced to give into the possession of the Steppe Mare, he almost dreamt about it at night, forcing him to wake up with tears in his eyes, sending rays of kindness towards Angry Tit for all the good things.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 10:04

It took about half a day to learn the knowledge. Then he got up, stretched, invited Sylvia, who was well advanced to the new level and, it seems, was ready to develop one of her knowledge on her own, and then laid her down on the table, from which the servants had removed the remains of his breakfast-lunch-dinner. Clutching the young man tightly with her legs, his tame bloodsucker actively swung his movements while the shaman pawed his partner's pale tits, at the same time lubricating them with fragrant oil, specially brought by Sylvia for such an occasion. If it hadn't been for the increased Constitution, as well as the remnants of the bloodsucker's self-control, the tantric influences Stepan used could have resulted in the cumming vampiress breaking something. A rib or two, or even his pelvic bones. Fortunately, his strength had already grown quite a bit, and Sylvia was controlling herself, albeit partially, so he was able to pull her off and oil her pale tits without the slightest difficulty and to mutual pleasure, just as he was able to cum onto the face of a smiling and almost trance-like woman.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:06

"You're an obnoxious boy, Pann, and I'll make you lick my buttocks for your disrespect...” she said absently, licking her seed-covered lips and trying to remember how to move her limbs. “Your mistress may like to be fucked like a seed-sucker in a brothel for slutty and satiated degenerates, but that doesn't mean it's okay for you to, um, take me without express permission. Next time I'll suck you so passionately that you'll faint from pleasure, and then, then I'll look you in the eye and you'll be very eager to put your insolent tongue into action...”

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:09

Stepan only smiled in response to her assurances, statements, and plans, though some of them clearly caused laughter or awe, rather than a desire to try them on himself. Like her plan to put a collar on the shaman and make him believe that he was a lapdog who could neither speak, think, nor walk on two legs. The young man even thought of mirroring the situation. He had already had the experience of such interaction, although then he was under the influence of her bloody control. But time, time remained the same eternally and inexorably rushing into the bright or not-so-bright future, not leaving a second extra for unnecessary entertainment. Stepan had a choice of super-properties ahead of him, and the prospect of getting them beckoned even more than Sylvia's pale tits, whether they were smeared with slippery oil or not.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:12

He took a deep breath, drank some water with some citrus and ice cubes frozen with the amulet, and then accepted the Autogoddess's gift of a super-property. This time the image was even more powerful than past ones. The trend of properties for multiples of ten levels growing in strength along with the level was confirmed again. The system message flashed before his inner gaze even with some slight mockery, not otherwise, yet it was understood and accepted very quickly. But the consequences of what he had accepted did not come smoothly or easily.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:18

Received: “smooth and extra-sensory penetration of spiritual influence”.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:02

The acquired talent is added to the overall Player Status.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:01

It was worth starting with the fact that the new property, given by the Generous of the Generous and the Milf of the Milf, increased three characteristic points at once, gave a new point to Spirit, another to Control, and the last to Source. The sensations of the aura growing in depth and breadth were familiar and tolerable. However, after the recent deed, it was even harder on his mind, raising five characteristics instead of three. The problem was the accompanying sensations in the spiritual body and aura, and these changes were not small, as one could easily understand from the increase in characteristics - an ordinary property does not give such gifts. The shaman felt as if he had been divided into thousands of thousands of tiny dust particles, but at the same time, he felt each of them as a completely separate entity, a part of himself, his self, his mind, and his spirit.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:23

And each of these dust particles went through identical, but always different types of changes, transforming as necessary, as incorporated by the system in its acolyte. By the edge of consciousness, frozen on the verge of fainting, the young man realized that this property took its basis at once from the Spiritual Transformation and the Patchwork Echo, which became for him the bricks on which the main foundation was built. Even the shroud came to the place, becoming a container and a cauldron in which his spirit was boiled and changed, becoming something new. This change was rapid, but at the same time almost painfully slow, each of the dust passed its own way in a hundred thousand Li, Liu, Xi, and other Chinese surnames. By the edge of his consciousness, he caught how he was carefully changed by someone's hands, how he was wiping labor sweat from his forehead, how he was carefully spoon-fed some mushy soup. His health and life, to be fair, were not threatened at all, but he was shut out of reality for two days.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:32

The strange trance-meditative state was replaced by a healthy sleep, in which, fortunately, he dreamed of nothing, except for the smudgy, lubricated, sweet, slippery country tits, and then he woke up and began to sort himself out. Even ignored a great opportunity to make out with one of the vampires, he was so attracted to his new abilities, so eager to find out what he'd been torturing himself for so long. To be fair, he wasn't entirely disappointed, even though the Autogoddess had obviously tried to choose the gift according to her own, not Stepan's preferences. She had, but as it happened, with such powerful and useful properties it was very difficult to make them useful only for some perverted shit.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:34

The essence of the entire property could be described quite simply: his energy and spiritual presence became incredibly difficult to track, but on the contrary, it was now incredibly easy for him to slip his tricks under other people's defenses and merge with the victim's aura and spirit. As if continuing the technique of ++Spiritual Echo, his shreds have shredded even more, making his aura and spirit so flexible that it will be a pleasure to work with the tags. But that, too, was a side effect. The trick, the golden aspect of his transformation is that he can not only hide his energetic and spiritual trace under the Shroud or distort it beyond recognition with shreds of echo, no, now he can adjust this very echo to the desired purpose, modify and change the very basis of his own spirit. Yes, not every modification can be carried out, not for every purpose, - here involuntarily recalled wormy abomination from ancient times, - it would be reasonable to look for the keys to connect, but the essence of it did not change.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 08:26

This modification incredibly increased the effectiveness, penetrability, and imperceptibility of subtle and weak influences on the spirit and auras of those victims for whom the shaman will be able to adjust. To do this, of course, you need to see the aura of the target, preferably to have casts of this aura, but to make these casts and read this aura he already knows how to just fine, and with the new property so and even better. First of all, increased the effectiveness of charms and suggestions, if not by an order of magnitude, then by three hundred percent exactly. No kidding, but now he could even the simplest spell of the level of a village witch so refined, adjusted to a separate target that even an experienced adept, not forgetting about caution and checking shields, will pass with a probability of ninety percent. And he could do more than just the simplest of effects. In his arsenal were also extremely complex techniques and methods, and they also improved in proportion to their original subtlety, sophistication, and quality. With such bonuses, it was uncomfortable to even think about such a thing, but he could quite conceivably reach for the processing of full-fledged masters if he would use the “elite skill of mental and sensory processing of protected targets”, which from this property received the greatest benefit.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 09:36

He was about to curse the Autogoddess and her humour, which made his build into some completely perverted bullshit when he realised. It's not only the suggestions and brainwashing in various ways, but also the ability to use curses, attacks under enemy shields, adjusting to the enemy's defence, deeper healing, creating incredibly thin totem superstructures, perfect matching blocks of defensive arrays to each other, incredible accuracy and control over the subordinate source .... It was possible to continue almost as long as he was lying sleepless in the process of aura rebuilding. And it would be ridiculous to discount the fact that those were the skills that had allowed him to survive and return home in the first place. Without the ability to sell the consciousness and defences on Ichthyander Uking's mind, the continuation of the fight would have been inevitable. And there, even if he and Singha had managed to win, it would have ended with a visit from the waking Queen and that's it, the end, welcome to involuntary helminthisation.

Camrad_RIP 23.02.25 в 08:57

The counterbalance was that all these bonuses and pluses concerned Stepan in the first place. His ability to work with his own spiritual body. The shaman's power is still in his retinue, which acts on its own and has no properties of superpenetration. However, the counterbalance turned out to be fake, because Stepan could adjust to the spirits too. The longer and denser he worked with his entities, the easier it would be for him to control them, the better he would understand them, the better they would understand him. Again, he may well send back images-transmissions of how the adjustment to the victim took place, and then adjust the spirits so they could adjust to that victim. It's not three hundred and a hundred percent amplification, but a fair two hundred percent, especially with proper training. And the effect on the brain, as already mentioned, does not tolerate haste, but very well shows itself in the long preparation and adaptation of methods to a particular target.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 09:56

It should not be forgotten that this property did not increase protection from the same subtle influences, from curses to hexes, but it made it very easy to remove, block, and stop them if you know about them. So much easier that it was even a little comforting. The ability to reorganize the spiritual body, including areas affected by malicious or suggestive influences, opened up many amusing tactics. For himself, the Earthman decided to continue his and Sylvia's special training if possible, confident that progress would accelerate even more. No kidding, he was really going to do that, and he planned to play from full defense: when you are chained and neutralized by magic suppressors and alchemy, you can only fight back and resist. In such a state, the new property, a natural part of his nature, allowed him to reveal himself to the fullest.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 09:58

At this rate, unless there is an overwhelming superiority in strength and skill, even a composed pair of brainiac masters can dance and dance around it, pounding out defenses and scoring minor victories for months, but failing to succeed in the common denominator. Kill? Easy! But to break him is not a sure thing. The shaman didn't want to get his hopes up, but with his new spiritual body, he could even remove the effects of Sylvia's eyes in a matter of hours or days, although in the latter case, the eyes would need to be renewed. It was still not certain that he could block it, though. It was already fifty-fifty, depending on the readiness to attack and the suddenness of the attack. He didn't want to check, but he'd have to, if he wanted to continue to develop resistance to suggestion, not just to fuck Sylvia between her oiled, pale melons.

Camrad_RIP 22.02.25 в 10:06